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Post by » CUCKOOFANG on Sept 2, 2013 1:36:14 GMT -5
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You can add a maximum of 3 lines. Cuckoofang 48 moons · female · swampclan · warrior ∙ unknown ∙ full image- Pelt: brown and white
- Eyes: light green
- Build: nothing out of the ordinary; smaller than the average tom, but still rather muscular
- Other: her eyes are slightly smaller than the average cat, which gives her an appearance that might be described as sly or witty
- Brief Description: brown and white tabby she-cat with green eyes
appearance - General: snarky / witty / quick to anger
- Things She Enjoys
- getting her way - though she is not a child anymore, this one aspect of herself still remains; who, she argues, would rather not have their way? cuckoofang believes she knows best. what originally started as something from a child's delusions became the thought i'm one of the oldest, i know what's best. and though cuckoofang certainly isn't at the point in life where she'd throw herself to the ground, she definitely becomes irate when someone even questions her motives.
- working with others (as long as they're not fox-brained) - she has no qualms with her clanmates as long as they can hold up their end.
- routine - though as a child she detested it, she has become a fan of routine in her old age because she's so much fallen into it.
- Things She Hates
- apprentices talking back - though she was once in the very same position, nothing irritates cuckoofang more than a cat questioning her authority and knowledge. what she went through was a clear sign that the children in the clan should not be spoiled and should not be treated like royalty, lest they become as much of an outcast she was. though it partially stems from her own irritation, it's also for their own good.
- dolts and idiots - if you can't understand basic battle tactics the first pawful of times, she probably won't take kindly to you. having to repeat things over and over and over again is not only tedious, but it makes her temper even shorter.
- apprentices who start out like she did - do as i say, not as i do.
- Habits
- rolling her eyes before pointing out something she believes is particularly obvious
- Positive Traits
- vocal and strong-willed
- observant and authoritative
- sarcastic and witty (around both friend and foe which can be a double edged sword)
- Negative Traits
- hard to read (except when angry - that's pretty obvious)
- snippy and petulant at times
- impatient
- Your Own Section
- she's good at fighting and hunting, but fighting a bit better.
personality - History: though the signs were all there, it was a shock to swampclan when littlestream announced she was pregnant. one of swampclan's eldest warriors at the time, the lithe female had gone through her entire life without giving birth or retiring from her duties; but here she was, at the verge of retirement, announcing that she was retiring to the nursery instead of the elder's den. it was no surprise who the lucky tom was; in fact, he was quite vocal about it - swiftface, a warrior-turned-elder after a particularly nasty fight with a mother fox and her litter. the pair had been mates for a while, splashing around in the quicksand pond as if they were apprentices and chasing each others tails instead of sharing tongues or eating their fresh-kill; but still, it was a sight to behold. noble swiftface visited his mate everyday, often demanding (loudly enough, the rumors said, to disturb cliffclan cats yonder) that he be allowed to escape the confines of camp and hobble out to catch his mate something to eat. and though he was often denied that honor, it was said that the day after his mate gave birth, it would have taken a forest fire and perhaps more to get the tom to look away from his children.
the medicine cat had worried for them; they had cited previous examples of queens dying in childbirth, especially those as old and slim as poor littlestream. and though she waxed anxious those last few days of her pregnancy, nothing could have relieved her better than the birth of three kittens; one of which was stillborn, another stocky and weak, and a third slim, long-legged, and curiously quieter than the other. at first, it was a reason for alarm, but after a few days the pair quickly got up to what the medicine cat called normal kitten behavior - and the pair quickly were identified as cuckookit and thistlekit. those first two moons were complete bliss; however, it quickly became apparent that something was wrong with poor thistlekit, and he died in his sleep sometime in the second moon of his awareness - old enough that it left a mark on their parents, but too young for cuckookit to have ever truly met him as anything other than a warm body to compete with for food. perhaps it was better that way.
it must have been fascinating, from the outside, to see how the seniors attended to their young; with all the delicacy that might have been attributed to a grandparent and not enough strictness that you would see applied by a parent or a mentor, cuckookit grew up different from the her nurserymates. one generation removed from the current queens, all littlestream could do to pass her time was with the kitten. spoiling the kitten, teaching the kitten; and soon enough, cuckookit became known as petulant and stubborn, with a temper and a glare known among even among the older cats in the clan. in fact, cuckookit thought herself rather stunning - with a mother and father that doted on her (scolding her and then giving her things after she 'promised' not to repeat her transgressions) and she had perfected a death glare that she could utilize, along with a perfected system of snapping at the younger and then falling into a perfect routine of ignoring them.
but soon enough, the other kittens began to develop their aversion to the petulant child, distancing themselves from her - first as a result of her treatment, and secondarily as rumor - nobody wanted to hang around a child whose sole ability was to make others feel bad about themselves. and so, the tides turned on little cuckookit as the others began to form their little cliques at just four moons of age, stumbling over their words when she approached and scattering when she arrived - and, though she was petulant, the kitten thrived on the energy that being around others gave her, and when she lacked that she fell into something like depression. it wasn't depression, exactly - but it wasn't happiness. they all treated her the same, like some stock villain from some elder's tale that her father told her a million times. but she was no stock villain, and they weren't some mice and moonlight faerie tale creatures. refusing to give up what was becoming second nature to her, the child spent most of her days playing with mossballs in the back of the nursery. or listening to her father's boring sermons about the warrior code. or her mother's tales of tradition. all the while, the older warriors praised her efforts. she would rather practice on mossballs and listen to sermons than play empty-headed games with kittens. she would grow up great, just like her parents had.
she didn't want to practice on mossballs, or listen to her dad about the stupid warrior code. she was just lonely.
she had been apprenticed after a lull - nobody new had been apprenticed in nearly four moons - and everybody was eager to see what passion little cuckookit could muster towards her warriors training. rumors circulated the camp (times when swiftface and littlestream had both been equally passionate about their training) and at first cuckookit had assured herself that she was going to let her clan down. though she was the daughter of two of the eldest warriors in clan, the only passion she had was for sleeping and eating. and though she honestly did feel some semblance of thrill from becoming cuckoopaw (and justified it to herself by saying - who wouldn't be excited to rise through the ranks?) she was able to keep her maw in that same, usual pout as she pressed her nose against her mentor's.
though by no means a senior warrior, swallowclaw was talented and precise - he was one of the older cats in the clan who had never received an apprentice, and those who knew him had heard that he had received his assignment at least half a moon prior - and he had been overconfident about receiving the daughter of committed, strong warriors (now both retired) and upon meeting the child became disheartened. he had been expecting strength, tact, and a willingness to learn - yet this creature who stared him in the face exhibited nothing but a sullen pout at the thought of training and a kind of snark that lashed like a tail. though he was shocked (was she having withdrawal? swallowclaw couldn't comprehend the idea that her attitude had been shaped like this by two senior warriors) after that initial moon the warrior buckled down. training in swampclan, after all, was serious business, and neither could spare to wait that initial one moon.
cuckoopaw was resistant, shirking work on the daily and it seemed like she was doing all she could to make the older warriors dislike her more and more. she pleaded to her parents for help, and they denied her. she couldn't trust the other apprentices, not just yet (though she had made a few acquaintances who were amused by her unruly, childish behavior) and thus she had nobody to turn to when, one day, as she crunched down on a particularly large squirrel, swallowclaw himself wrenched it from beneath her in a fit of complete fury and blowed up at her inside camp. luckily, few heard him that day - he yowled at her about denying her pedigree as a swampclanner to become a delinquent, and if she continued keeping it up, she would be kicked from the clan faster than he could speak treason. shocked and upset, the child once again ran to her parents, but was met with sad, unsympathetic responses. even the warriors muttered - she could hear them - about how much of a failure their child was turning out to be. and though she was rebellious, she couldn't take the noise; and hesitantly, she agreed that she would go to training.
though she would never admit it, cuckoopaw slowly began to gain a passion for training - curtly denied when asked by her seniors. though she preferred lounging around camp without a care in the world, there was something stimulating and exciting about a schedule. structure, slowly, became a tenant of cuckoopaw's core system, and even though she eventually grew out of her privileged, petulant state, there was always something off about her. perhaps it was her stoicism - she quickly became detached from the other apprentices - and though she did make a few friends during her childhood, she left them in the dust as she began to devote herself one hundred percent to the only thing she trusted really mattered - her pathway to her warrior name. and despite the fact that she still at times fell into that snarky, petulant attitude, she was equal parts attitude and ability. at the age of ten moons, she was described a prodigy.
the relationship between the child and her mentor had quickly evolved from disenchantment to friendship. what began as an uncooperative apprentice and a too-pushy warrior came a give and take relationship. cuckoopaw would say something sarcastic, and he would retaliate - always jokingly. and though some didn't understand the relationship, there was more than one occasion that she and her mentor would go on outings, not as a part of any training, but as a result of good friendship. and when he forced her through the mangrove maze (a preliminary test), certain that she would come out the other end with no problem, he was apologetic and frightened when she didn't come out until nearly two days later, and only when he barreled through the maze and found her, shaky and exhausted, looking for an exit. it was much too early - and though he thought of himself as training a prodigy, she was just a normal cat. though she was angry at first, around the last moon of her training she thought the better of it and the two became close once more.
even as she progressed into a warrior, her communication skills remained weak; she was still stoic around those she didn't know, and still snippy around those she knew, even closely. though their clan was tight-knit, cuckoopaw - now cuckoofang - quickly felt like an outcast among her own clan. though she was accepted into the ranks and she watched her parents pass away, there was always something about her that was disjointed from the rest.
- Family/Relatives
- swiftface - dad, npc
- littlestream - mom, npc
- swallowclaw - mentor, npc
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Post by ★NATSU on Sept 7, 2013 11:00:29 GMT -5
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